Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 2

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my high heels making messy, muffled thuds against

hing to ease the suffocating pressure in my chest, forci

hotel suite five years ago, the sound of ripping fab

started counting backward in my head to groun

four,

in, followed by heavy leather shoes stepping

daring to look back to see if Vance was c

head as I blindly rounded the cor

med headfirst into a wall of solid muscle

mid-air, wrapped tightly around my w

of mint tobacco and expensive cedarwood c

to my bones since childhood made my whole b

d above my head, followe

g yourse

ooked straight into a pai

NHL, and the childhood sweetheart who had once promised

oose, his dark hair slightly messy, projecting th

, but his fingers around my wrist felt like an

rning hot, and that heat traveled straig

ost brushed my hair, his warm breath hitting my

way of saying hello

s out of control, so I clenched

I have no interest in gettin

of letting go, he took a step forward, trapping me comp

's apple roll slowly up and down, and the air

m away, several blinding white camera

e quiet corridor where three tabloid paparazzi had

ashed in my mind calling the disgraced socialit

wildly again

me! It's th

of pushing me away, he shifted his tall fra

n the photographers at the end of the hall like a

e off, the paparazzi lowered their cameras a

negan dropped my wrist like he had been burned an

jacket where I had wrinkled it, his eyes ret

te handkerchief and wiped each of the fingers that

sed the handkerchief int

w on, and don't splash you

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“I was forced back to the wealthy Davenport estate after five years of exile, just to be a prop at my stepsister's wedding. But my nightmare truly began when my childhood sweetheart, Finnegan, now an NHL superstar, trapped me in a PR marriage contract to save his team's image. My father threatened my best friend's life to force me to sign, and when I tried to run away, Finnegan dragged me back. He kissed me fiercely in front of the flashing cameras, claiming I was the only woman he ever wanted. But the moment we were in private, his fake girlfriend Carmela showed him self-inflicted scratches on her arm. "Look at her! She's a violent lunatic!" Without hesitation, Finnegan chose to believe her over me. Right in front of my eyes, he handed Carmela his family's antique sapphire necklace-the heirloom meant only for his legal wife. The next morning, my own father cornered me in the bathroom, jabbing his heavy cane into my shoulder and bruising my chin. "I want you to wag your tail like an obedient dog and lock Finnegan's heart down!" I couldn't understand why Finnegan locked me in this hell if he loved someone else, or why my family wanted to destroy me so badly. Just as my father unlocked the door, Finnegan was standing right there in the hallway, his eyes locking onto my bruised face and tears. I wiped my face and looked back at them coldly. Since they forced me to sit at their table, I would make sure they all choked on their own game.”